With a sharp gasp and a rough groan of pain, which quickly turned to a low, angry growl, Arusa reached down to where the girl's foot had made very hard and painful contact with her now-throbbing shin. "Why you little f- Ugh... Gods, what did you do that for?!"
She took the nearest seat, to remove the risk of tripping or anything else so embarrassing. Her gaze, however, remained on the child, unsure if she would again be attacked for absolutely no reason at all.
Being a dancer, Arusa was quite used to injury, especially those on her legs and feet, but that girl had a very strong kick, and it took a while for the pain to calm enough to move farther back in her mind, allowing questions to begin taking its place. For example, who is this annoying kid, and why on Pal Tahrenor did she kick me?!
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Again something from his memories tried to surface, this time more insistently. Chez frowned at the scene unfolding, but it only registered subconsciouly as his consciousness probed deep memories into the light.
Small pieces were revealed first. A class on magic. Familiars that could shapeshift. Delicate, waif-like and child-sized bodies, similar to human and more particularly elven children, but with movements that spoke of a slightly different joint and bone layout. Dragonflies?
Incredulity replaced the frown on Chezak's face as the slight movements of the girls hands and body parts when something happened were fully recognized. Memories of learning bits of their physical language fell into the light, and he was suddenly able to read the challenge from the girl to the dancer.
Aniz Tera! he thought, mild surprise showing on his face. What would one of them be...
And then the Aniz kicked the dancer in the shin. Hard. Chezak was up and around the table before the dancer could more than grasp at her shin. Chuckles arose from those around at the sight of the little girl kicking the arrogant dancer, but Chez ignored them. His focus was directed to the Aniz. As he stepped into the shifters line of sight, the dancer took a seat with what looked like outrage plain on her face. Fortunately, she wasn't pushing the issue.
Quietly, Chezak spoke to the dancer. "She doesn't understand. Let me help." Other than those words, he completely ignored her.
Small, subtle movements of the hands and slight facial twitches, delicate and extremely smooth to eyes of elf and human, but inordinately large and fumbled to the Aniz, Chez attempted to communicate. Luckily, the magic user who had taught his class of elven youths had had an Aniz Tera familiar, and Chezak had attempted their speech. Unfortunately, the little Aniz had never really understood his attempts.
Chezak signed what he thought was "Not understanding of movements. Make mouth noises for understand."
At least, that's what he hoped he had told her.
Small pieces were revealed first. A class on magic. Familiars that could shapeshift. Delicate, waif-like and child-sized bodies, similar to human and more particularly elven children, but with movements that spoke of a slightly different joint and bone layout. Dragonflies?
Incredulity replaced the frown on Chezak's face as the slight movements of the girls hands and body parts when something happened were fully recognized. Memories of learning bits of their physical language fell into the light, and he was suddenly able to read the challenge from the girl to the dancer.
Aniz Tera! he thought, mild surprise showing on his face. What would one of them be...
And then the Aniz kicked the dancer in the shin. Hard. Chezak was up and around the table before the dancer could more than grasp at her shin. Chuckles arose from those around at the sight of the little girl kicking the arrogant dancer, but Chez ignored them. His focus was directed to the Aniz. As he stepped into the shifters line of sight, the dancer took a seat with what looked like outrage plain on her face. Fortunately, she wasn't pushing the issue.
Quietly, Chezak spoke to the dancer. "She doesn't understand. Let me help." Other than those words, he completely ignored her.
Small, subtle movements of the hands and slight facial twitches, delicate and extremely smooth to eyes of elf and human, but inordinately large and fumbled to the Aniz, Chez attempted to communicate. Luckily, the magic user who had taught his class of elven youths had had an Aniz Tera familiar, and Chezak had attempted their speech. Unfortunately, the little Aniz had never really understood his attempts.
Chezak signed what he thought was "Not understanding of movements. Make mouth noises for understand."
At least, that's what he hoped he had told her.
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There was more to share. Strangers had turned, and opened their mouths and some of them blabbered hooting noises like stupid raunchy owls, stealing her prey. Amm's hostility rose like heat over dry land, and she swung wide to guard against wicked intentions.
She saw him, then. He stalked with intent, and shared it with the other stranger.
Already they flocked to her like flies to meat. She had put her hand back on her spear when his own hands burst into life. She removed her hand the next second in confusion. What was this? Fish made more graceful patterns than he. Frogs held more meaningful sways to their placid hops than he. What was the stranger doing?
He stopped his movements, hands flopping uselessly; some gull cleaning its wings without any more thought than that single, dull motion. Was this stranger speak? Did they hide, away from An, jealous of a secret language? But there had been the rounding globe for vocalization, the outstretch and jerk for eating -- the crisp zigzag for food? The last movement was one Tera often used for calming newly hatched adolescents. The signs were right or the stranger was stupid.
Amm stared at Chezak. She narrowed her eyes.
"Eat. I eat." She said, each word separate and deliberate and shaped with care. She pointed to the mish-mash crusted slop smelling dishes several strangers stuffed their mouths with.
She saw him, then. He stalked with intent, and shared it with the other stranger.
Already they flocked to her like flies to meat. She had put her hand back on her spear when his own hands burst into life. She removed her hand the next second in confusion. What was this? Fish made more graceful patterns than he. Frogs held more meaningful sways to their placid hops than he. What was the stranger doing?
He stopped his movements, hands flopping uselessly; some gull cleaning its wings without any more thought than that single, dull motion. Was this stranger speak? Did they hide, away from An, jealous of a secret language? But there had been the rounding globe for vocalization, the outstretch and jerk for eating -- the crisp zigzag for food? The last movement was one Tera often used for calming newly hatched adolescents. The signs were right or the stranger was stupid.
Amm stared at Chezak. She narrowed her eyes.
"Eat. I eat." She said, each word separate and deliberate and shaped with care. She pointed to the mish-mash crusted slop smelling dishes several strangers stuffed their mouths with.
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Arusa's eyes widened as she watched the strange movements the elf made towards the little girl. What does he mean by "she doesn't understand"? Is she deaf?
That last thought made a lot of sense, from what she had seen of the child's behavior. She didn't seem to react normally to being spoken to, and now that she saw what the man was trying to do, she could see their was some attempt at a type of physical language, spoken with hand movements instead of sounds.
Despite her irritation at the girl, the pain that still her leg, Arusa found the idea quite fascinating. The careful, practiced movements compared to the awkward words that now came from her mouth. The girl was hungry, of course. Arusa had already assumed as much.
She looked up at the elf man, interested in what he would do next, and how he seemed to know this sign language the girl used. Did the two know each other? Perhaps he was the child's father...
That last thought made a lot of sense, from what she had seen of the child's behavior. She didn't seem to react normally to being spoken to, and now that she saw what the man was trying to do, she could see their was some attempt at a type of physical language, spoken with hand movements instead of sounds.
Despite her irritation at the girl, the pain that still her leg, Arusa found the idea quite fascinating. The careful, practiced movements compared to the awkward words that now came from her mouth. The girl was hungry, of course. Arusa had already assumed as much.
She looked up at the elf man, interested in what he would do next, and how he seemed to know this sign language the girl used. Did the two know each other? Perhaps he was the child's father...
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Chezak nodded slightly to himself, looking down at the Aniz. The look of her was so obvious to his eyes now, that he couldn't believe he hadn't recognized her for what she was when she first stumbled in.
Again he signed, his movements becoming smoother as muscle memory returned for the skill of the Aniz language, what rudimentary bits he knew. The little finger of his right hand popping up between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, the sign for danger, quickly negated by turning the little finger left to right along with the slightest pursing of lips to show there was none. If he had moved right to left, it would have shown extreme danger, he seemed to recall. All of this flowed to the signal for "Follow", a graceful flutter of his right hand across behind the smooth flow of his left hand in the direction of his table.
He truly hoped she had understood enough. Roughly translated, the brief seconds of movement had said, "No danger to you here, Aniz Tera. I will help you find what is needed. We will get food. Follow me."
Chezak turned and caught the dancer's eye, recognizing she still did not know what the Aniz was. Through lips that barely moved and a whisper of sound pitched to carry just to her and no further, he murmured, "You should know one of the Aniz Tera, though they no longer live among us as often as they once did. You may join us too, if you wish." He continued walking to his table and sat, signing to the Aniz to seat herself.
Again he signed, his movements becoming smoother as muscle memory returned for the skill of the Aniz language, what rudimentary bits he knew. The little finger of his right hand popping up between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, the sign for danger, quickly negated by turning the little finger left to right along with the slightest pursing of lips to show there was none. If he had moved right to left, it would have shown extreme danger, he seemed to recall. All of this flowed to the signal for "Follow", a graceful flutter of his right hand across behind the smooth flow of his left hand in the direction of his table.
He truly hoped she had understood enough. Roughly translated, the brief seconds of movement had said, "No danger to you here, Aniz Tera. I will help you find what is needed. We will get food. Follow me."
Chezak turned and caught the dancer's eye, recognizing she still did not know what the Aniz was. Through lips that barely moved and a whisper of sound pitched to carry just to her and no further, he murmured, "You should know one of the Aniz Tera, though they no longer live among us as often as they once did. You may join us too, if you wish." He continued walking to his table and sat, signing to the Aniz to seat herself.
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It was as if a second language, a second veil of barriers existed behind the brief form of language she barely understood. It swam like a dull memory of nymphood, behind her eyes and evicting any smile she might have stretched out for any stranger. She bunched anger in the muscles in her fingers, and neck, stiff through the shoulders. An expression of defiance was aimed in particular at the fumbling stranger with his half speech.
He'd evoked danger in the vibration of his wrists. He did not know how close to a mandible's gripping squeeze he was. She'd filleted birds for less, and they'd at least the decency to show her the intent of their gaping maws. Her lips slivered open to show teeth, and she gauged the space around Chezak and Arusa with a warrior's callous.
She planted herself nearer to Chezak, for his was the mysterious threat that drew her forth. It was only by dint of the unknown that she did not unburden herself of the spear, though her hands ached to hold it in their empty tenseness. "For whom do you speak, uncouth wingless? I do not know you, for all your familiarity. You will not feed me as a nymph." She signed back at him, slinging her movements in a rude manner not tolerated among peers.
She did not do herself justice. But then, neither did any of they.
He'd evoked danger in the vibration of his wrists. He did not know how close to a mandible's gripping squeeze he was. She'd filleted birds for less, and they'd at least the decency to show her the intent of their gaping maws. Her lips slivered open to show teeth, and she gauged the space around Chezak and Arusa with a warrior's callous.
She planted herself nearer to Chezak, for his was the mysterious threat that drew her forth. It was only by dint of the unknown that she did not unburden herself of the spear, though her hands ached to hold it in their empty tenseness. "For whom do you speak, uncouth wingless? I do not know you, for all your familiarity. You will not feed me as a nymph." She signed back at him, slinging her movements in a rude manner not tolerated among peers.
She did not do herself justice. But then, neither did any of they.
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The man was still making those odd signs at the girl, and her to him, though she was obviously much more comfortable in her movements, where he seemed awkward and unpractised; it was something Arusa has seen often with dancers. In fact, this seemed a kind of dance of the hands, and she thought for a moment that it might be enjoyable to learn it. Perhaps she could ask the elf where he had learned it, and possibly even incorporate some into her choreography.
It surprised Arusa when the man turned to her and began whispering something practically nonsensical, in which all she recognized was the mention of a shifter race which she knew as a part of the elven culture of Tian Xia. She had danced stories of them before, but she could not understand what the man was trying to tell her. “Join you? In what? I don’t even know you!”
The girl continued to sign at him as Arusa spoke, she noticed out of the corner of her eye. It bothered her more than a little, especially the infuriated look she gave the elf. “What’s wrong with the girl? Can she speak?” Her tone was harsh, but she was getting impatient.
She rose to her feet and placed her hands on her hips, donning a frown. “And would you mind telling me why you allow this child to carry a weapon?”
It surprised Arusa when the man turned to her and began whispering something practically nonsensical, in which all she recognized was the mention of a shifter race which she knew as a part of the elven culture of Tian Xia. She had danced stories of them before, but she could not understand what the man was trying to tell her. “Join you? In what? I don’t even know you!”
The girl continued to sign at him as Arusa spoke, she noticed out of the corner of her eye. It bothered her more than a little, especially the infuriated look she gave the elf. “What’s wrong with the girl? Can she speak?” Her tone was harsh, but she was getting impatient.
She rose to her feet and placed her hands on her hips, donning a frown. “And would you mind telling me why you allow this child to carry a weapon?”
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Chezak sighed inwardly. It was like women of all the races spoke a different language. The only one he could possibly have tolerated any of the open hostility or the arrogantly spoiled attitude from was Maeve, and she had never shown either towards him. He still wondered how he could have spent only a day with the woman, and still want to be around her constantly. He idly wondered where she was as he distractedly signed to the Aniz Tera.
He could only catch three of every four words the tiny girl signed, but he understood enough to know she was upset, even without the tenseness in her movements and the sharpness of her signs. He also recognized the insult for what it was. He slowed his own signing in order to be more clear and precise, while completely ignoring the dancer's speech.
"I do not mean to threaten or insult, Aniz Tera. I only wish to help you in a place where you are obviously out of your element. I have known another Tera, but I do not assume I know you."
Chez paused and looked to the dancer, then signed to the Tera at risk of insulting her, "A moment."
Chez turned a frown back to the dancer. "The Aniz Tera can speak, but their language of signing and posture is much more intricate than mere words. And she is not a child. She is likely in her prime for her species, and a fierce warrior. She can probably handle that spear better than you can 'dance'. Now, if you truly want nothing to do with a species that has not been seen outside of a swamp, and rarely even there, in at least a hundred years, then go back to your clothes, your 'help', and your own little world." The scathing words were delivered without any emotion, as others might have. Instead, he spoke in nearly a monotone, trace amounts of irritation shining through in the last few sentences. He could not stand arrogance and ignorance from the same place, and this dancer had both.
He turned back to the Aniz, completely dismissing the dancer from his thoughts. Offering the most respectful signs he could remember, he signed his apology to the Tera. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to kill the girl to keep her spear from opening a hole in his body.
He could only catch three of every four words the tiny girl signed, but he understood enough to know she was upset, even without the tenseness in her movements and the sharpness of her signs. He also recognized the insult for what it was. He slowed his own signing in order to be more clear and precise, while completely ignoring the dancer's speech.
"I do not mean to threaten or insult, Aniz Tera. I only wish to help you in a place where you are obviously out of your element. I have known another Tera, but I do not assume I know you."
Chez paused and looked to the dancer, then signed to the Tera at risk of insulting her, "A moment."
Chez turned a frown back to the dancer. "The Aniz Tera can speak, but their language of signing and posture is much more intricate than mere words. And she is not a child. She is likely in her prime for her species, and a fierce warrior. She can probably handle that spear better than you can 'dance'. Now, if you truly want nothing to do with a species that has not been seen outside of a swamp, and rarely even there, in at least a hundred years, then go back to your clothes, your 'help', and your own little world." The scathing words were delivered without any emotion, as others might have. Instead, he spoke in nearly a monotone, trace amounts of irritation shining through in the last few sentences. He could not stand arrogance and ignorance from the same place, and this dancer had both.
He turned back to the Aniz, completely dismissing the dancer from his thoughts. Offering the most respectful signs he could remember, he signed his apology to the Tera. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to kill the girl to keep her spear from opening a hole in his body.
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Rapid shifting in communication were as much as birds, flushed from the grass, darting too quick to take and eat. Amm knew to stay still, hidden, crouching low to not loser herself before the ravaging beaks. Too now she must stay firm, keeping form skin-soft, without the advantage of her hard exo-skeleton, keeping out anything unknown.
She was left to watch and think, as the stranger began bleating noises. Strange. Stranger fit well. She was not prepared for this, and turned full circle in place to get a better memory to take with her. Destruction was high on her mind.
She returned, last, to the stranger, who was once more fluttering at her in piecemeal language. She thought again of birds.
Amm cut him short with her own word, single sharp meaning, that was shaded with a thousand connotations. "Know?" She queried, crooking one finger for clan, jutting a hip and dropping a shoulder for outsider, tapping her thumb with her third finger for connection.
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She was left to watch and think, as the stranger began bleating noises. Strange. Stranger fit well. She was not prepared for this, and turned full circle in place to get a better memory to take with her. Destruction was high on her mind.
She returned, last, to the stranger, who was once more fluttering at her in piecemeal language. She thought again of birds.
Amm cut him short with her own word, single sharp meaning, that was shaded with a thousand connotations. "Know?" She queried, crooking one finger for clan, jutting a hip and dropping a shoulder for outsider, tapping her thumb with her third finger for connection.
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The harsh words the elf had spoken to her cut very deep, threatening to bring all the hurt she had ever suppressed (and there was a lot) to come flooding to the surface like a burst dam. For a brief moment, as she felt her face grow hot and tried hard to hold back the tears, she was completely defenseless. She hadn't felt like this is a very long time, and as her mind was filled with negative thoughts she began to seriously doubt her self worth.
Don't be ridiculous, Arusa. You're better than that. You're strong, and the words of this arrogant, stupid, disgraceful excuse for an elf mean absolutely nothing, especially to someone as strong and wise as you. There is no point in feeling bad; life is meant to be enjoyed, so take a deep breath and focus on the situation at hand.
Arusa closed her eyes, taking two slow, deep breaths before opening them again. The world was the same as it had been moments ago, but why should that be surprising? The man was ignoring her now, "talking" to the girl. But, wait... what was it he said?
"...Aniz Tera..." "...she is not a child. She is likely in the prime of her species, and a fierce warrior..." "Now, if you truly want nothing to do with a race that has not been seen outside of a swamp, and rarely even there, in at least a hundred years, then go back to y-" Arusa frowned at the memory, but quickly dismissed it, instead leaning forward to look closer at the girl in front of her. She was certainly strange, but she didn't really look like all that much. Could she really be one of them? The idea seemed ridiculous, but still...
She had never really seen one of the Aniz personally, but she had met other shifters; they almost all appeared to be normal humans or elves or whichever other race they were when not in animal form. This girl spoke a strange physical language, she carried a spear, and this cretin - Arusa glared at the elf as she thought it, before she returned her gaze to the girl - claimed the girl was of the Aniz Tera. She certainly didn't seem very... civilized.
Arusa noticed Hera staring over at her with a questioning look, but the dancer simply waved her hand dismissively and watched as the girl went back to her reading once more. She then stood patiently (quite a feat for someone like Arusa) and waited to see what the elf and the supposed Aniz Tera would do. She was very interested now, and wanted to know exactly what this Tera girl was up to.
And as Hera knew all too well, Arusa always gets what she wants in the end. Always.
Don't be ridiculous, Arusa. You're better than that. You're strong, and the words of this arrogant, stupid, disgraceful excuse for an elf mean absolutely nothing, especially to someone as strong and wise as you. There is no point in feeling bad; life is meant to be enjoyed, so take a deep breath and focus on the situation at hand.
Arusa closed her eyes, taking two slow, deep breaths before opening them again. The world was the same as it had been moments ago, but why should that be surprising? The man was ignoring her now, "talking" to the girl. But, wait... what was it he said?
"...Aniz Tera..." "...she is not a child. She is likely in the prime of her species, and a fierce warrior..." "Now, if you truly want nothing to do with a race that has not been seen outside of a swamp, and rarely even there, in at least a hundred years, then go back to y-" Arusa frowned at the memory, but quickly dismissed it, instead leaning forward to look closer at the girl in front of her. She was certainly strange, but she didn't really look like all that much. Could she really be one of them? The idea seemed ridiculous, but still...
She had never really seen one of the Aniz personally, but she had met other shifters; they almost all appeared to be normal humans or elves or whichever other race they were when not in animal form. This girl spoke a strange physical language, she carried a spear, and this cretin - Arusa glared at the elf as she thought it, before she returned her gaze to the girl - claimed the girl was of the Aniz Tera. She certainly didn't seem very... civilized.
Arusa noticed Hera staring over at her with a questioning look, but the dancer simply waved her hand dismissively and watched as the girl went back to her reading once more. She then stood patiently (quite a feat for someone like Arusa) and waited to see what the elf and the supposed Aniz Tera would do. She was very interested now, and wanted to know exactly what this Tera girl was up to.
And as Hera knew all too well, Arusa always gets what she wants in the end. Always.
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Chezak kept his intense gaze upon the Aniz Tera, prepared to ignore the dancer when she threw her upcoming tantrum. Fortunately, it never materialized, though Chez wondered why, barely in passing.
A frown creased his brows, shown to anyone not elven as the slightest tightening of the muscles above his eyebrows. Confusion held his mind as he ran over the signs she had made in his mind, then ran through them again.
His lips moved, whispering the words he could recognize and trying to place the next word logically in sequence to those signs he didn't understand. Nothing he came up with in the next moments made any sense, and he could feel the eyes of both the Aniz Tera and the dancer settle on him as he neither spoke nor made a movement.
Finally he signed back to the Aniz Tera, "I not understand. Tera known was friend. Name Saannnnnnn." He remembered the sign for the name of the Tera he had known only because she had been insulted that when he couldn't make the proper sign. Her name was one of the few signs he could do that would look exactly as any Aniz Tera would make the sign.
He sat back and waited, mildly rubbing three fingers back and forth across his forehead to ease the frustration of dredging memories of the signs from long ago to the forefront of his mind. Chez was barely able to curb the light sigh that wanted to escape him as well. After all, he didn't want to insult the girl, and he still wanted to avoid a spear hole in his body.
A frown creased his brows, shown to anyone not elven as the slightest tightening of the muscles above his eyebrows. Confusion held his mind as he ran over the signs she had made in his mind, then ran through them again.
His lips moved, whispering the words he could recognize and trying to place the next word logically in sequence to those signs he didn't understand. Nothing he came up with in the next moments made any sense, and he could feel the eyes of both the Aniz Tera and the dancer settle on him as he neither spoke nor made a movement.
Finally he signed back to the Aniz Tera, "I not understand. Tera known was friend. Name Saannnnnnn." He remembered the sign for the name of the Tera he had known only because she had been insulted that when he couldn't make the proper sign. Her name was one of the few signs he could do that would look exactly as any Aniz Tera would make the sign.
He sat back and waited, mildly rubbing three fingers back and forth across his forehead to ease the frustration of dredging memories of the signs from long ago to the forefront of his mind. Chez was barely able to curb the light sigh that wanted to escape him as well. After all, he didn't want to insult the girl, and he still wanted to avoid a spear hole in his body.
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Amm had no certainty in that pitched battle, and for a moment she imagined her mandibles. Ripped, torn, chewed through an easier fight. A fight that ended with a full belly. She let her hands go limp, staring back and forth between two very different strangers. One reminded her of bird wings, and the other a fat and capricious fish, toying with her spear. "You would not be a kin brother. It is not possible." She signed back to Chezak with a vicious frown of the type typically seen on old women and babies who didn't know any better yet. "Who is this uncouth stranger? She opens her mouth like a fish. Well I am not seeking prey, or I might mistake her for one."
She didn't smile, but the acidic humor was there in the crook of her elbows and the tip of her chin.
She didn't smile, but the acidic humor was there in the crook of her elbows and the tip of her chin.
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Chezak's lips quirked slightly at the Aniz Tera's last sign. He knew the dancer's lips would likely be pursed in a petulant pout, but the comparison to a fish caused the smirk.
He finally understood what the Tera had meant with the sentence that had confused him. He signed back that he wasn't a kin brother, but that he might help make her time among the larger species of humanity easier, if only she would tell him what it was she sought.
Still signing, Chezak made the gesture indicating the dancer, followed by the tilt of his neck just so and the top lip curling up slightly while rubbing the back of his right hand downwards across the in-turned left wrist before bringing it his hand palm towards the Tera. "This fish-dancer is not known to me, but I can rid her from us if you wish."
His own sardonic humor at the comment might come through to the Tera in the bend of his right wrist and quirk of his smallest finger on his left hand.
He finally understood what the Tera had meant with the sentence that had confused him. He signed back that he wasn't a kin brother, but that he might help make her time among the larger species of humanity easier, if only she would tell him what it was she sought.
Still signing, Chezak made the gesture indicating the dancer, followed by the tilt of his neck just so and the top lip curling up slightly while rubbing the back of his right hand downwards across the in-turned left wrist before bringing it his hand palm towards the Tera. "This fish-dancer is not known to me, but I can rid her from us if you wish."
His own sardonic humor at the comment might come through to the Tera in the bend of his right wrist and quirk of his smallest finger on his left hand.
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"No, might well be it I become hungry on the road." Amm or her kin had not eaten Stranger flesh, but it was all unknown source of food. She briefly drew in an image of enslaving Strangers as mobile meals. No more sticking to marshes as fat to bones, limited by available territory. Could expand. She liked that idea. She did not relate it to the bird-stranger. He became too useful to eat. She still held a picture in her head of her spear through his belly. She did not appreciate his wimpy signing, a stain on the otherwise Glorious Dance and Ecstasy of Language.
But he could learn. He was not all stupid. She noted his extra emotional embellishes, and gave him a soft stomp in approval.
"Food." She prompted, indelicate as a frog's mating call.
But he could learn. He was not all stupid. She noted his extra emotional embellishes, and gave him a soft stomp in approval.
"Food." She prompted, indelicate as a frog's mating call.
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It was the oddest thing when she mentioned being hungry on the road, Chez had the feeling the Tera wasn't really kidding. His brow remained smooth, but his mind followed the nuances of the rest of what she had to say easily.
The stomp of approval surprised him, and he wasn't really sure what she was approving of. However, he didn't question it. Instead he turned, waving the waitress over. He ordered a stew, which turned out to have lamb in it today. It was what the Tera had been interested in when the man had yelled at her.
As the lamb stew arrived, Chez indicated for the waitress to put it nearest the Tera, then paid the appropriate bishan to the waitress. He glanced momentarily at the dancer, then spoke to her.
"You're lucky. She doesn't feel like fish today." He smirked slightly, translating into the sign speech for the Tera to understand what he said to the dancer.
The stomp of approval surprised him, and he wasn't really sure what she was approving of. However, he didn't question it. Instead he turned, waving the waitress over. He ordered a stew, which turned out to have lamb in it today. It was what the Tera had been interested in when the man had yelled at her.
As the lamb stew arrived, Chez indicated for the waitress to put it nearest the Tera, then paid the appropriate bishan to the waitress. He glanced momentarily at the dancer, then spoke to her.
"You're lucky. She doesn't feel like fish today." He smirked slightly, translating into the sign speech for the Tera to understand what he said to the dancer.